Flatlander wankers,

In case you missed the festivities a week ago, here's a
brief recap.

A comely pack gathered right on hash time at Scott Carpenter
park in Boulder.  The area is reknowned for its hashability
and has been pressed into service often.  The same could be
said for the trail, a near replica of one hared by
Chacockqua a couple years earlier.  I reckon he didn't
expect our half-minds would hold memories older than the
previous hash - a perfectly reasonable assumption. 
Fortunately, the route, while it, of course, sucked, was an
enjoyable romp through the neighborhood east of CU,
extending nearly to Foothills, negotiating ditches, plunging
through deep shiggy and culminating with a classic crossing
of Boulder Creek.  Highlights include the returns of Port of
Entry and Chuck E Cheeks, the former declaring that she was
afraid she might get wet on trail, a fear she addressed by
hashing in the company of Deep (and his many shortcuts). 
The latter had his balls lassoed with 8 gauge wire and a
blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow.  Peep Show roundly
enjoyed her virgin lay, and the rest of the pack was glad to
be in attendance.  And, as usual, ales were consumed with
abandon.  Along with some exquisite Cheese-its.  Little Head
blew hard, but the wind outblew the blowhard.  On-afters
were alleged to ensue at the Barrelhouse, though Deep was
uncharacteristically unable to attend.

Next Flatlanders hash is in Fraser at the camping hash,
August 8-9.  Two trails.  Lots of shiggy.  Cow shit.  Pit
toilets.  Beer.  Show up.

On-on,
Deep